The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1887-03-19

NV sister Kate ana were very hoariJ
of an age, but we were not alike in any
way except that we were both tall, and
both had-freckles! This latter tact
troubled us, and many were the expert
ments we tried to remove from our
faces the obiectional effects of the open
air life we led. To one of these ex-
periments we owed great deal--per-
haps life itself. Father was farmer,
and we lived nine miles from the coun- |
try town. OF course we saw little COM
pany, and should have been somewhat
lonely but for our books and pets
among the horses, calves and poultry.
Mother was systematic and careful
housekeepcr, and SO engrossed in her
kitchen and dairy duties that she sell
dom made calls on her neighbors, and
never went to town unless she was OBJ
liged to do so. She was, therefore,
little. annoyed when father said at
breakfast one morning that she must
accompany him to Warrenton that day,
to sign the deed of few acres OF tim
Der he had sold the previous week.
Nevertheless, she got ready after little
demur, and took her seat in the buggy
an hour later, with an air of rcsigna-
ton that made us all smile.
1--WE shall be home by six o'clock,
girls" she said, land you can have sup
F! per all ready. Don't set the house on
fire, and be sure to skim the right milk.
Don't touch that in the crooks on the
lower shelf"
Kate and looked at each other, and
laughed as the buggy ratified off down
| the road.
Mother is fifty named" said, ''like
Martha of old, her mind is troubled
about many things"
ssAs il we ever did set the house on
| fire." said Kate.
"Or skim the wrong milk" said l.
We had the beds to make, the break
fast dishes to wash, and the whole house
to put in order; so we were busy as bees
until twelve o'clock, and had no time
to think of being lonely. But we found
the afternoon quite long. and ! was be-
ginning to feel that it would be pleas
ant to see mothers face again, when
newspaper caught my eye that l had
placed behind the clock on the kitchen
mantel. This turned my thoughts into
different channel.
Kate" I said. suppose we make
some of that complexion compound we
read about the other daye We shall
never get another opportunity. Mother
may not be away again for weeks"
ssBy all means, said Kate. when
| looked in the glass this morning, it
seemed to me that my freckles were
thicker than ever.''
| my face is the color of pepper and
salt, and almost hate to look at it. If
there is q remedy, 1 would give all Of
my probationary to obtain it. Let's
look over the prescription in the paper.
Here it is!''
Ladies who are troubled with freckles win be
glad to learn that few applications Of mix
ture Of glycerine, cascarilla powder, tar, lemon
Juice and olive oil, will effectually remove them
and leave the skin soft, smooth, and tinted like
IN Infants"
sI'm willing to try it." said Kate,
"But we haven't the ingredients!''
Eyes, we have,'' answered; for, un-
known to her, had one day during the
previous week, when father had taken
me to town, obtained them from the
druggist and the grocer.
We were soon at the kitchen stove
diligently mixing and stirring the de
coct;op and II was a sorrv-lookinC mes.